Category Archives: Poems

At the END OF THE DAY

This is a collection of the best of the author’s short stories, published previously in OF HEAVEN & EARTH and REPORT FROM MARS, together with selected essays, poems and memoirs written over the past thirty years. Almost every entry can … Continue reading

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WINDS

Who knows which way the wind will blow today? An east wind whines and brings unhappy news of neighbors stressed so power and wealth can play. Young lives, like flowers, may quickly fade and lose their bloom, which greed soon … Continue reading

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NIGHT VISIONS

NIGHT VISIONS By Diana Sigler   It’s two in the morning–dark, deadly quiet. My back is hurting. I cannot sleep… and the night visions begin.   During the bright busy day these visions shrink into some corner of my mind, … Continue reading

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A BOMBING RAID 1941

The rising and falling howls of air raid sirens tear me tiredly from my sleep. At one or two o’clock, most nights are the same. I am three years old. My mother calls me and will soon appear to wrap … Continue reading

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DISILLUSIONED

She haunts the upper hallway, discouraged and dismay displayed, watching our well-heeled hotel room. She waits to clean it, portraying a parody of demeanor demanded by corporate directives: servility with a smile.   Past retirement age, battling gray hair, facial … Continue reading

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POEM: The Monument

On this star’s third planet, we chanced on a stone structure submerged half in sand. A monument to the ascendant species, now dead ten million sunsets since. A center of erudition or refreshment, perhaps, built by the planet’s primates. We … Continue reading

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Poem for Thanksgiving

Composed while waiting outside Chicos and Caché   The days grow much shorter with Thanksgiving near, Let’s rush to the mall and let’s buy all the gear. The TV ads tell us don’t miss such a steal — Go shopping … Continue reading

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